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“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

Real enough to lose. She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heartbeat steady and strong beneath her palm. Six months ago, she'd arrived in Moonlight Cove with nothing but a duffel bag and a lifetime of survival instincts. Now she had a thriving inn, a town that felt like home, and a man downstairs who looked at her like she hung the moon. The transformation should have felt like a fairy tale, but fairy tales didn't prepare you for the fear that came with having something worth losing.

After all, you are now a Rogue, too, and approaching pack territory will get you driven away by the guards. I tossed the trash bag into the bin. Inside were the last of Ethan's things. With a lightness in my step, I turned and walked away. Behind me, the wind carried the sound of Ethan's muffled sobs, making it seem all the more desolate. He said he regretted it, but I no longer cared. Selene held her head high, ready to welcome the new era that belonged to us.

" I'm jealous that you get to speak to my wife whenever you want to speak to her because I only got to speak to her this morning and I didn't tell her that I was lying down to cape Town or did you tell her that I am in cape Town and I am spending time with the kids because she was worried that I was going to be home alone and Johannesburg and there was no one who was going to be with me and help me through whatever the hell I'm going through which is new to me. " "Being afraid of losing something is not new to you ,being afraid of losing what you have is not new to you, they are two different things, the first one is temporary and the latter is permanent because you've already attained it.

The market was a wild animal that I had domesticated, a melody of zeros and ones that I could change with just a wave of my hand. I leaned forward, an intense look in my eyes focused on the screens. There was a deal in the making, a hostile takeover that would make my position at the top unchallengeable. The excitement of the chase ran through me, the feeling of power and dominance. This is what kept me going: the game, the victory, the solitude. None of it held my attention. Because all I could think about was her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Hiring Luxe Interiors was a business decision. My architect recommended them. Their portfolio was impressive. The timeline worked.

He stared at it. "He doesn't have what's in it," Corinna said. "He's been trying to find it for four years." She pocketed the phone. "Which means whatever Harlan left in that document destroys everything Roland has built." She looked at Stellan. "It's the one thing he actually needs." She paused. "And we don't have it either." "Neva has it," Stellan said. "Neva is inside that building." The silence landed hard. Then Stellan said, very quietly — "Unless she already took it out."

John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table. She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end. In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet. Her body gave up and she lied there while he assaulted her neck. She wasn’t moving at all. Fuck, what is this new tantrum. He looked at her face. She was crying. “Can you stop crying?” But she cried harder.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

"You look like someone ran over your dog and then backed up to make sure it was dead." "Just give me the suit." "Not so fast. I need the full story first." He dropped into my leather armchair like he owned the place. "What exactly did you do to get yourself banished from your own bedroom?" "I told her she'd never had anything to lose." Marcus winced. "Ouch. That's weapons-grade stupidity, even for you." "I know." "The woman who lost her entire identity, her company, her inheritance, and now her best friend in a fire, and you told her she's never had anything to lose?"

And everything becomes nothing, fading away to blackness. To Be Continued....